The north remembers, Lord Davos. The north remembers, and the mummer’s farce is almost done. My son is home.

Most have been forgotten. Most deserve to be forgotten. The heroes will always be remembered. The best. The best and the worst. And a few who were a bit of both.

She might have wept then, had not the sky begun to do it for her.

They were never my pack, not even Hot Pie and Gendry. I was stupid to think so, just a stupid little girl, and no wolf at all.

Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?- How else? Though not till I'm done reading.

His dagger was out, poised at her throat. “Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.

I did not do it. Yet now I wish I had.’ He turned to face the hall, that sea of pale faces. ‘I wish I had enough poison for you all. You make me sorry that I am not the monster you would have me be, yet there it is. I am innocent, but I will get no justice here.